Shot Of Rhythm

[ Friday, October 07, 2005 ]



Here's something I mis-heard from a student today, that had me doing a double-take, and then pretty heartily laughing at my mistaken interpretation.

Talking about the Middle Passage, the student - very rightly - said: "Yeah, it was terrible. There was all kinds of diarrhea and epidemics on board."

What I thought he said: "Yeah, it was terrible. There was all kinds of diarrhea and academics on board."

That would've probably sucked, too...

On the box right now: Twista, THE DAY AFTER. Wow-this-guy-can-really-rap-fast-can't-he-I-mean-does-he-ever-take-a-breath?


Dove With Claws [11:50 AM]

[ Thursday, October 06, 2005 ]


Grad school good'uns


-"And I was like, 'look at that girl, with that short skirt and no nylons! No nylons!'"

-"I don't want leeches on my eyelids, thank you."

-"Did the last two minutes just make me sound like a complete chauvinist pig?"

On the box right now: Bruce Springsteen, BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN: POP STAR. Homemade mix to go along with some Bruce-related things I've been thinking about lately. More info if requested.


Dove With Claws [3:58 PM]

[ Monday, October 03, 2005 ]



Bush picked Harriet Miers, White House Counsel, to be the nominee for the vacant Supreme Court seat. Every - and I mean every - political mind I heard last week said that Bush's sagging approval ratings and unsure conservative base required that his court nomination be a fire-breathing, anti-choice/gay marriage/sin/fun candidate. The theory was that, not only would a "true conservative" pick bolster Bush's shaky support among the people who elected him, but a fight with Democrats (who, after playing nice on John Roberts, would surely fight a right-wing nut) would solidify the bold party divides that Bush/Cheney/Rove so excellently manipulated in 2000 and 2004.

Instead, though, Bush picks Harriet Miers, a lawyer with zero judicial experience and very few credentials to suggest she'll be the teeth-and-claws conservative that the right wing's salivating for. The immediate reaction, which you can check out on or, has been a right-wing hubbub of betrayal-and-disappointment that is absolutely the last thing Bush and company need at the moment.

Which means, of course, that it is absolutely the first thing I needed to hear this morning. It's a bright, sunny day in Madison, the birds are still flying, and President Bush screwed up a sure-fire political boost the one way everybody warned him against. Ah, sweet mystery of life!

On the box right now: George Clinton and the P-Funk All-Stars, HOW LATE DO U HAVE TO BB4UR ABSENT?, Disc 1. As usual with any album from the Parliafunkadelicment Thang universe, there are moments on here of almost unspeakable brilliance, and moments of embarrasing excess. Kinda like life, actually.


Dove With Claws [10:45 AM]